black (with just a little white)
I’m cleaning my wardrobe and trying to make a serious selection of pieces to keep and of those that could find a new home with someone else. The Chanel dress in somewhere on the fine line in-between… Stay or Go?
I’m cleaning my wardrobe and trying to make a serious selection of pieces to keep and of those that could find a new home with someone else. The Chanel dress in somewhere on the fine line in-between… Stay or Go?
I woke up early today and spent the morning in bed drinking tea, eating breakfast and surfing Etsy. And now, still in slow motion, it’s time to take a walk to the office.
Am I dark? Am I afraid of the dark? Or did they just mislabel me?
On a morning walk in a quiet park where city foxes are said to live we saw no flash of an orange tail between the winter trees. But high above was Mr. Fox, smiling sly.
I used to play the guitar, now I just play with it.
I was dreaming of pancakes since yesterday and today when I finally forced myself to get out of bed, I made my pancake dream come true. Doesn’t take much to make a girl happy on a Sunday afternoon. 1 l of Soy milk, o,5 l of wheat flour, 2 table spoons of wheat bran, 2 eggs, salt, sugar. Mix the dry ingredients in a bowl, add half of the milk and the eggs and mix for a minute or two. Add the rest of the milk and mix again. Put the bowl in the fridge for an hour and wait… and wait… and wait… and then pour the mix into a buttered tray. Bake in 225c until your pancake gets a nice brown tan. Enjoy with berries, whipped cream, maple syrup; what ever you like 🙂
Today there are three little precious things I like so much I needed to share them with you. My dear deer pendant, which I’ve been seen often with since I bought it from Seppälä in Finland last November. I always thought that deers were beautiful and full of grace and I have a strong personal memory of an encounter with the animal. Flower ring by Gabriella Farkas. I bought the ring as a Christmas present for myself from the Alto Galleria in Brussels. I love the poetic, delicate beauty of it. The leather notebook was a present I received when the year changed. I still feel a bit timid in front of it’s perfect ivory pages, since I want to choose the words I write on them very carefully.